Stop the Ride, I Want to Get Off!

If I reach back into my memory, back before the kids and the husband, stretch past the boyfriends and the general debauchery that defined my twenties, strain past that first bittersweet taste of adulthood, I can just about remember what life was like as a teenage girl, how weighted with importance everything seemed. Back then, before…

Keeping it Kosher

We eat a lot of pork. I am allergic to chicken and turkey.  Yes, I know.  You  have never heard of anyone being allergic to chicken.  But they are and I am, and there you go.  I also only like expensive fish that is cooked by someone else.  So, in a way, I am kind…